She shrugged. “Perhaps, but I’m glad you did.”
“Is everything alright?”
She nodded, then nibbled on her lip as she commonly did when she was nervous. “I want you to show me what more is.”
Dear God. He gripped his glass with both hands. Her nipples stood out against her nightgown as her breasts rose and fell. He desperately wanted to feel them. To see them. To taste them.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Remove your nightgown.” Jesus. Why had he said that? What was he even doing? He’d never been with someone like her before. He’d only ever had sex with experienced women. Perhaps that was why he had said it. Part of him was hoping to scare her off.
For a moment, he thought it had worked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but then slowly, she did as he’d instructed.
Inch by agonizing inch, she pulled her gown up, gradually baring herself to him. He tried so hard to keep his eyes locked with hers, but it was a losing battle. He watched as each part of her was revealed. Her calves, knees, and thighs, and when the thatch of curls at their juncture appeared, he couldn’t stop the sharp breath that caught in his chest. Even her navel was perfect, but she was thin. Too thin. Someone hadn’t been feeding her well enough. He would change that.
Her breasts were pert, her nipples eagerly reaching for him. He clenched his jaw as his lips ached to be wrapped around one. He had to go slowly with her.
Finally, the gown was over her head, and she stood naked before him.
“You are incredibly beautiful, Madelene.”
She looked shyly up at him.
“We can stop this anytime. If you’re not comfortable all you have to do is tell me. But I want you to know, I’ll never hurt you.”
She nodded. “I know you won’t.”
The last thread of his composure vanished at those words. He deposited his glass clumsily on the nightstand beside him and wrapped a hand around the back of her head, crushing his lips to hers. Her soft breasts pressed against his skin and his aching manhood brushed against her belly.
“Tell me what you want,” he said between heaving breaths.
“I—I don’t know.” She shook her head.
Of course. It was a stupid thing for him to say. How could she possibly know? “How about this? We’ll try different things. If you like it, you say yes. If you don’t like it, you say no.”
A slow smile grew on her lips and desire sparkled in her eyes. “Yes.”
That single word nearly brought him to his knees. He lowered his lips to hers, his kiss less urgent this time. He needed to slow down. He skimmed his hand down her back and gently squeezed her bottom, pulling back to see her face.
“Is this a yes or a no?” He squeezed her flesh again.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless.
He gave her bottom a light slap and she startled slightly. “Yes or no?”
She swallowed. “Maybe?”
He had expected her to say no. “Fair enough. We can always try that again later if you decide.” He reached down with his other hand and squeezed both sides of her bottom, pulling her firmly against him.
“Yes,” she whispered. Satisfaction purred in his chest and he massaged gently as he lowered his mouth to hers once more. Her backside was firm yet soft, and it perfectly filled his hands as he kneaded.
She wrapped her arms tentatively around him, her hands warm against his back. “Yes,” he said between kisses. Her lips turned up against his and she held him more tightly. Her hands roved over his back, her fingers playing at the edge of the towel that was wrapped around him. She was trying to copy him, but it was best if his towel stayed in place, at least for now.
He left her lips and pressed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, stopping when he reached the edge of her shoulder. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.” She nodded for emphasis.
